/adj/ excessively fat
/noun/ more than average fatness
I hate the word obese. I think I would still hate it even if I wasn’t categorized as being it. The very definition is just awful. Unfortunately, the reality is that I am what obese is defined as being. So, why does this word bother me so much? I guess because I feel like in too many circumstances a person call allow the word obese to define them. I have done this. If I am not excessively fat or obese (cringe) then who am I? I AM, afterall, the fat girl.
I have tried really hard to change this unhealthy way of thinking. The thing is...I don’t feel like I am the definition of a fat girl (whatever that may be) anymore. I am enjoying my new active lifestyle and I feel so much better now that I am eating healthy. Now, fat girl Courtney takes over my mind now and again, but she does not DEFINE me. She is no longer who I am. Healthy Courtney is fighting her off.
I bring up my distaste for the word obese because I recently went to the doctor and under a list of my illnesses were the following:
I know that being overweight is detrimental to one’s health – I have not been living under a rock. It was just an eye opener to see that word on my medical chart as a health impairment.
I am going to fight this. I don’t know how long it is going to take me. I don’t know exactly what is going to be the method that clicks for me to get the job done. I do know, however, that this is not a fight I am willing to lose. I know that my weight does not define who I am.